Side Story Episode 123. Operation within an operation (3)
When he realized what the true Kendo (劍道) he should pursue was, he gave up his own name and took the nickname that people gave him, Hyeolhyanggeom (血香劍).
Bloodhyanggeom, sitting on a bench bathed in soft moonlight, pulled out his sword.
Slurp.
The sound of the sword being pulled out of its scabbard was so chilling that it gave me goosebumps.
A smile appeared on the blood-scented sword’s face.
There is no time that is as thrilling and calming as the moment of absolute silence, the time you spend looking at a sword alone.
From a young age, he was fascinated by the magical power of blades. Meanwhile, the reason he chose the sword was because he liked the way it went straight without any bending.
From then until now, he has never for a moment thought about other martial arts.
Only a sword.
The artistic weapon of murder that cuts through a person’s skin, tears muscles, and cuts bones, the more he swings it, the more it shakes his heart.
‘Good.’
Blood-Hyanggeom slowly swung his beloved sword.
Although he was swinging in the empty air, his eyes showed the pressure of the sword cutting through the air.
Even the Hyangsanggeom didn’t know if it was an illusion or if it was real. However, he felt the slight difference in pressure felt through the handle differently in each place and with the passage of time.
People praised Hyeolhyanggeom, saying that he had the talent to reach extreme heights within a single period of time if he continued to practice his sword without dying in battle.
At the root of that praise was the excellent sense of the blood-scented sword. If you are honed to the point where you can vividly feel the slightest pressure and flow of air, and if you have such delicate senses, it will not be impossible to climb to the top.
Of course, Blood Fragrance Sword was not pleased with the world’s evaluation. Because that wasn’t important to him.
Whether you die of old age or die now, just having the sword with you is enough.
The only problem was that his love for the sword was so excessive that he regarded human life as less important than a rusty iron sword, but his attitude as a warrior was enough to serve as an example to everyone.
‘It’s beautiful.’
The blood-scented sword’s beloved sword was not a great sword or a magic sword exuding magical energy.
It was simply a high-quality iron sword made in a common iron room and maintained well for a long time.
Sometimes the teeth fell out and sometimes there were cracks, but the sword continued to be restored by going to the maker.
Now, ten years after restoring it again and again, he has no longer met anyone who hurt his sword.
‘How long can I stay with this sword?’
We won’t be together forever.
However, if this sword broke, I felt like my heart would ache, as if I was losing my own flesh and blood.
‘Just as my life is finite, your life is finite too. Let’s go on a rampage until the moment we both end.’
It was then.
Ugh.
The blood-scented sword cried faintly.
‘… … !’
The blood-scented sword’s eyes darkened.
He had an extremely deep understanding of the sword, and was a rare swordsman who excelled with the sword even though he did not become the transcendent master that people in the world call him.
However, the sword has never cried on its own even though I did not align myself with the sword.
‘What’s going on?’
I felt some kind of ominousness.
It was as if the soul in the sword was conveying an unknown threat to him.
The blood scent sword opened its mouth.
“Gray-scale.”
Slurp.
The divine laws of the two demons that appeared in unison were comparable to those of the members of the Black Demon Corps.
The two people, each dressed in black and white, were holding swords that were as black and white as their clothes.
“Search the surrounding area.”
The black and white twin swords never complained about the blood and scent sword’s words.
The two swordsmen, who disappeared like ghosts just as they had appeared, began walking around the village. The blood scent sword also amplified the energy.
How much time has passed like that?
Squeak.
The door to the mook in the back opened and a swordsman approached.
“Captain.”
“What’s going on?”
“The mother is exhausted. “They ask for water and a small amount of food. What should I do?”
The blood sword looked at the swordsman with fearful eyes.
The prosecutor was shocked.
“We were ordered to keep an eye on those two men. “There is only one command.”
“… … .”
“Do you need another answer?”
“no. sorry.”
The prosecutor lowered his head and quietly disappeared.
The blood-scented sword turned its head again and looked at the sword.
I first found out that the woman was having a child when I caught them. But that wasn’t worth the flexibility in her orders.
So time passed again.
“… … ?”
The blood-scented sword turned its head to the right.
“White sword.”
Even though his voice vibrated softly, there was no response from the white sword.
The blood-scented sword’s eyebrows twitched.
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“White sword.”
I called again, but there was still no sound or sign of the white sword.
“Black sword.”
hook.
The black sword that was searching in the rear room in the distance flew out at once, stepping on the roofs of several houses.
“Did you call me?”
The blood sword’s jaw gained strength.
The abilities of the black and white dual swords are almost identical. Even though there was a difference in distance, it was not so much that only the black sword could hear it and the white sword could not hear it.
“Choose ten prosecutors who monitor the target and search the area near the pine tree over there.”
Sreuk.
After a while, the black sword disappeared like a ghost, leading the swordsmen inside the prison and running to the right.
‘hmm.’
Although he wanted to go on his own, he had to stay in Mook just in case. In any case, the strongest person among them is you.
The blood-scented sword looked at the sword again.
However, all senses except the eyes were focused on the direction where the black sword and the swordsmen were heading.
How long has it been like that?
“It’s the enemy!”
At the sound that spread like an echo, the Blood Sword suddenly stood up.
Kaang! puck! bang!
A quick and bloody sound of a strike was heard.
The blood-scented sword’s eyes flashed.
‘Strong man!’
The concentration of the weak demonic energy flowing through the sound of the blow was almost comparable to his own.
Without even looking back, Hyeolhyanggeom took out a small chimney from his arms and pointed it at the sky.
Fuuuuuuu!
The chimney exploded, rising high into the sky and bursting into red flames.
Faaagh!
The blood-scented sword flew straight into the dark battlefield.
“… … ?!”
The blood-scented sword’s eyes wavered.
The white sword was lying in the bushes far away, spitting out blood, and the black sword was lying down with both broken arms.
Fortunately, his demon energy was only unstable and he did not die. On the other hand, half of the prosecutors were dead and half were unconscious.
The blood-scented sword looked around with scary eyes.
His senses, sharpened like a famous sword, scanned everywhere, but he could not figure out where the owner of the magic energy he had felt a moment ago was.
‘assassin?’
That can’t be possible.
The magical energy he felt was absolutely not suitable for assassination. In the first place, there were very few cases where someone who had mastered magic arts would commit assassination.
It was then.
“It’s the enemy!”
“Protect the target!”
The sound of the prosecutors guarding the two men and women in the prison cell.
Blood Scent Sword’s face turned red. I could never have imagined that I would be caught in such a rudimentary gender equality book.
The moment he quickly kicked the ground.
‘… … ?!’
With the beat of kicking the ground with one foot, he felt a cool demonic energy behind his back.
A dense energy that the swordsmen under his command can never exude, and that only those who have mastered the highest level of magic can exude.
The Blood Spirit Sword suddenly turned around and swung its sword in a fit of rage. The beat was messed up and my posture was awkward, but I couldn’t help it.
Flash!
A pure white sword light that brightens the dark night like a thunderbolt.
The blood-scented sword’s eyes widened. Before I knew it, someone rushed at me like an animal, lowered his stance to avoid the sword light, and came swinging his two fists colored in dark gold.
Awesome! Burbubbuk!
“Oops!”
The Blood Scent Sword let out a frustrated groan and retreated.
The first blow of an unimaginable surprise attack was blocked with the sword’s belly, but the remaining three blows were delivered to the abdomen and chest.
‘this!’
As the speed of the movement was fast, the proper power was not produced. However, it contained a clear energy of high-level magic. Blood Hyanggeom felt his insides being shaken, and he gritted his teeth and unleashed his sword technique.
It was a sword method created with the desire to become the best sword in the world at some point, the Shingeomchichisik (God Sword Seven Style).
Flash! Flash! Sigh!
It was an amazing move.
Only the final blow of the sword that swung like a thunderbolt was allowed. Even that was just a small cut on his upper arm.
Blood Scent Sword gritted his teeth.
The inside was so shaken that it couldn’t pour out as strong magical energy as usual. So the speed of inspection is slightly slower than usual.
Due to that slight subtlety, the sword blade that was supposed to cut into the opponent’s body ended up being used as a threat.
However, even taking that into account, the opponent’s movements were very fast and strange.
‘Like a beast!’
Faba Park!
The opponent approached me while swiping left and right in a low posture and swung a fist that looked as hard as a diamond in a straight line.
Blood Hyanggeom felt his eyesight becoming dizzy.
bang!
This blow went right.
I blocked it with my sword and dispersed the impact, but the reduced power alone seemed to cause my entire upper body to bend backwards.
Faaagh!
Blood Hyanggeom quickly retreated and tried to check his body. Because he paid as much attention to footwork and new techniques as to sword speed, his movements were also as fast as his unknown opponent.
however.
‘W-what?!’
The blood-scented sword’s face was distorted in astonishment.
The body that was retreating quickly became heavy, as if it had fallen into the water. Of course, the speed also slowed down.
‘Can this be?!’
The other person’s face could not be seen as it was covered in darkness.
However, he could see that the other person’s bright eyes had calmed down and that the haze-like energy flowing from his outstretched hand was entangling his limbs.
‘It’s empty space!!’
Lee Cheon-sang, who stretched out his left hand and used the Pocheon Geumgong, slowing down the retreat speed of the blood scent sword, unfolded the Bukcheonma Hyebo and came right in front of his nose.
He hurriedly struck down the blood-scented sword with his sword, but even the sword blade was subtly distorted due to the spores of Pocheon Geumgong’s spores.
Lee Cheon-sang’s Yacha blood sample took a picture of Blood Hyang-geom’s chest.
bang!
“Wow!”
The blood-scented sword that slowly vomited blood rolled on the ground. He suffered internal injuries.
Wow!
Clearly, the blood-scented sword was not an ordinary expert.
Although he suffered internal injuries, he cleared the ground and immediately corrected his posture to prepare for a follow-up attack.
however.
Grumble!
When the blood-scented sword raised its head, Li Cheon-sang had already passed over his head and entered the prison.
The blood-scented sword shouted without realizing it.
“no!”
Burbubbuk! Quang!
The wall of the prison collapsed and three swordsmen were thrown out.
The blood-scented sword screamed and ran towards Mo-ok.
It was then.
Paaaaang!
A translucent white skull illusion disturbed the Bloodscent Sword’s vision.
‘tension?!’
Blood Hyanggeom swung his sword diagonally.
Whoops! bang!
The split tension created incontinence on the ground.
Blood Hyanggeom felt something absurd. She was a great swordsman, but the quality of her demonic energy was not high, so I thought she would be able to block it easily, but her grip on the sword was painful as if it would be torn apart.
It was a strong magic attack. At this level, it was no exaggeration to say that it was the highest level of magic in Shinkyo.
Even considering that the internal attack was not smooth due to internal injuries, this power was a foul.
“You left just enough to cook.”
Before we knew it, Yu Sang-cheon and Wei Chan, who had rushed out of the prison, blocked the blood and scent sword’s path.
Yoo Sang-cheon growled.
“Don’t hold on to my ankle, Wichan.”
“If a senior with bare hands caught it, he would have caught it, but I can’t. “He’s holding a knife.”
“You only have one hand left!”
“Let’s make jokes later!”
Two people jumped towards the blood-scented sword.
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